God's Yield - Poem by Leaking Pen
From God's abundant field
Where life to death's sickle does not yield
And from all His wondrous creations,
In my heart you're the one that stood out.
You might not be the prettiest,
Or the tallest or the slenderest
Or even the most graceful.
From God's spirit flows Free Choice
And my heart chose you,
The way your mirror chose me.
I never cared for my dull reflections
From too many winter shades,
Painted me with darkness
But your light is my hope found
Turned my darkness to Sunlight.
Love is truly blind
And we know not why we love
Only God's will yield such a mystery
To heal broken hearts form pain.
When our eyes met and locked
On the same vision, it was
Bliss beyond measure.
You are the Sun of my moon
And I am the moon of your Sun,
But with one big difference
There is no distance or need for the chase
To keep my light lit and alive!
Sept 7 2012
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
Rev Nov 14 2014
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